User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160606042751/@comment-2246928-20170824232607

"'Course I'm still bluddy alive!" Slank growled, his arm tensing before loosening again as if he had just had to talk himself out of removing a paw from Swisher's driftwood to swipe angrily at the smaller ferret's fishing spear. "I'm Slank, 'n' this- pffah! -" at this, he spat out a mouthful of water as the driftwood momentarily swept downward and a wave rushed over the trio, drenching them in the sea's foul saltwater and making the weasel's scowl only deepen on his soaked face- "- lot are me crewmates Swisher an' Jalfis! We're needin' rescuin', 'n' we'll help ye in return fer yore- aagh- good graces!"